Well. of course…
Here's what I said then (Aug. 21- 27):
The day we go to the Renn Faire is one I count the days until every year. And every year is a different adventure. Highlights from this year? A 500 pound toothless Friar Tuck trying to sell me on applying for the “wet chemise” contest, assuring me not to worry, “the big girls go first, you have a chance of winning”.
Stacy being asked (out of the blue) by a man easily into his fifties to come home with him–he owns his own home, is a good man, puts the toilet seat down and has a good job–in direct contradiction to the fact he was selling tickets to his knife throwing show while sporting a pair of purple crushed velour tights. And speaking of velour, it's everywhere.
The faire begins with your first mead near M'ladies Panties shoppe, followed by a performance of some kind at the Cock and Bull, then some knife throwing, crap buying, archery, tarot readings down Mystic Way, and a portrait in costume that is the best souvenir money can buy. Lots of walking, drinking, eating, and laughing in between. In all, one of the best days of the year!